Phan Van Tri The Mosquito
O mosquito, you're blessed with all nice things! What do you lack? Why buzz and still complain? You've rested on jade mats and ivory beds. You've stroke and kissed rouged lips or powdered cheeks. You've spared no children, pampering your mouth. You've hurt poor people, glutting up your paunch. When a good swatter someday comes to hand, I'll pay you for your crimes without a blink! (Vietnam)